on this sweltering dawn
I stand barefoot on a narrow step
looking out through eyes
blurred by emotion
seeking an unknown part of my past
a place I must have known
would find me here
with no one yet to answer
but for me
the purple buds are tempted
another week to stay

sorrow comes easily
as in the counting still –
of friends he seems
more willing than the rest
to listen as my heart concedes
I knew not when to break
or what of verses now
would yesterday
forsake

silent
raindrops
will comfort me now
a hundred times – of listening
volumes unconfessed
across a missing
separated –
mourning
words of love

how long this day
in coming
was there time before this loss
I can finally begin to recite
in an almost whisper
ten thousand volumes
of verse I never shared
and let my heart beat steadily
the celestial rhythms
of mourning
and show you the depths –

sentiment
hidden for the lifetime
that has separated us

. . .

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Has no one had the courage to say how beautifully this was written? I will ! A sad piece though it is, Bobbie, this is indescribably wonderful. Inspired, emotional, and without equal in others you’ve written. You know I don’t often give superlatives, but this, and you deserve them. ….xo
Me

This is an old and very emotional piece – written in honor (an almost memory) of my grandfather – a man who never held me but for his heart. He died a month before I was born. And in reference to my other grandpa who passed when I was twelve. I cried myself to sleep for a month. Even now, every loss reminds me of the first – a wondering how anything could ever be the same. Thank you Paul. ❤

I agree with PapaBear 🙂 your thoughts fill the empty space written in silence in a broken heart
breath-taking in its accuracy of emotions….
yes emotional, reverberating the deepest of vibrations within the soul..
Yes…I love this…
and you for sharing such sadness wrapped in beauty…
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me

O my Rose, I know you understand the language that is both love and sorrow – a remembrance stronger than the temptation to forget. We are more than the pain, knowing the same hurts that bring us to our knees – well they keep us there, in sweet gratitude for all that came before. We never lose love ❤ Thank you, Maryrose. I love you.

Within the still of waiting, eternity whispers our name……….. We step forward into the wonder that is living, sorely aware of the paper think strings that tie us to the places we love. xoxo Thank you, Jane. Always, you are loved.

O, Wendell, that makes me feel wonderful. I love the thought that each word carries with it the reminder of another time, one not yet remembered until the reader finds the words……….and there, the only home ever needed for words……. Thank you for always giving my words another dimension of light, of love.